Religion
Song of Solomon 2:11: The scatter'd clouds are fled at last
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 9 (1870)
Religion
The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter pass'd,
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The warbling choir enchant our ear:
Now with sweetly pensive moan.
Cooes the turtle-dove alone.
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Wesley, Charles. “Song of Solomon 2:11: The scatter'd clouds are fled at last.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3358/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Song of Solomon 2:11: The scatter'd clouds are fled at last.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3358/.
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